We’ve been working our butts off getting the house ready to sell, so we don’t sit as much as we used to. The cats object to this.
Nutterbutter is over our BS. Today he stole my chair, turned his back on everyone, and went to sleep. This is his We’re Closed sign.
Heather and I have lived, loved, and (occasionally) worked along side one another for many years now. In one of those semi-spur-of-the-moment outbursts I’m prone to, after an otherwise innocent comment by her about a minor dissatisfaction with her blog at The Spotted Cat, she woke up Saturday morning to find that I’d spent the night before […]